the sound of you is quiet
when life gets hard
and every moment beautifully chaotic

inside disturbing silence
to your house, in your car,
the sound of you is quiet

never feels as if I'm flying
like the word I read from New York bards
but every moment's beautifully chaotic.

my fumbling brain, to you, remains compliant
long as you keep your hands ajar.
The sound of you is quiet.

the logic of our two lives intertwining
was a universal dispute among stars
so every moment's beautifully chaotic.

no word is needed when the sun is dying,
and color clashes in harmonic war.
The sound of you is quiet,
and every moment beautifully chaotic.